“Gemma!”His voice is firm and a little louder.
Walking to where my clothes are folded on a chair, I snap the dress off and realize there is only one shoe.
“Maybe I’ll make a bet with someone.That should do it.”
Drew frowns.
I tear off the hospital gown, leaving me in only a pair of panties because what does it matter.He’s seen all of me.I struggle into the dress, and he tries to assist.I slap at his hands.
“Get off.”
I spot Belinda’s cardigan, which has fallen to the floor, and slip it on.
“What are you talking about?A bet.”
“Five million—what a motivation.That should keep me awake.”I lift my eyes, and it's clear as day he’s figured it out.
I snort angrily.
“Sorry for the loss, by the way, but you will have to find someone other stupid widow to be your regular shag.”
“That is not—”
“Oh, and you can take the ten percent payout and shove it up your very nice ass.”I grab my one heel—the other is with the police—and try to walk past him.
Drew grabs my arm.
“Let me go.”
“Stop for a minute and let me talk.”
I’m panting, angry, pissed with myself for falling in love with him.The image of him attacking my assailants without any care for himself smacks me in the face, and tears fall down my face.
“Gemma, fuck.”
“I can’t do this.I can’t.I’m not who you think I am.”
“You’re exactly who I think you are.”
“I’m Anthony’s wife.His widow,” I cry.
“Fuck Anthony.”
My eyes fly open wide.
“What did you say?”I gasp.“How can you say that?He was my husband.”
“Who has left you in financial almost-ruin?”Drew growls, fury lining his face.
I let out a laugh.It’s almost hysterical.
“You don’t know what you are talking about.He loved me.He loved Zoe and me.I wrecked Open Leaf.I probably lost the money.He was a good man.This...us—this is just sex, and you don’t like the fact you’ve lost a bet with your friends and don’t get to fuck me anymore.”
Drew leans down, his face red, his eyes wild.His breathing is frantic, his fists clenching at his sides.“A loving man does not cheat on his wife.He does not steal from his wife.”
Cheat.
What?
